“Surrender, surrender! Please, I surrender!”
Moriphis easily succumbed to the physical pain. Odelitte, not hiding her contemptuous gaze toward her ancestor, declared,
“Winner, Reed.”
Moriphis collapsed to the floor like a marionette with its strings cut. While he clutched his hip joint and whimpered, the barriers surrounding the two were lifted.
“So, when is my inauguration as Archmage?”
Reed asked, looking at the Magical Council. The most senior-looking mage among them stepped forward.
“In three days. We were originally preparing for Moriphis, but since only the person needs to change, we can proceed as planned…”
“Alright.”
“Wait a minute! There’s still the voting procedure! You need to receive majority approval through a vote to be officially recognized as Archmage…”
Reed ignored him, crossed the room, and sat in the Archmage’s chair. Crossing his legs ostentatiously, he looked as arrogant as one could be.
Now that he was Archmage, it was time to begin his tyranny. Reed…